Poetic Proof of Non-God
- Matthew Robinson
- Oct 31
- 1 min read
Saving my Smoting
I have got
incontrovertible, absolute, divine
Proof of Non-God.
I have been so
incontrovertibly, absolutely, divinely
sinful, I should have been smote
from here to Kingdom Come.
Yes, I should have been smote,
not whispering: I’ve had
some lucky escapes!
Unless –
He (or She more like) is
saving my smoting
for when I least expect it,
savouring it
Ten Thousand Times over.
No, I don’t think so.
I think Non-God nods
as my sins
run round and round
and round and
round
my head.
By Matthew Robinson
Matthew is a British-Cambodian TV and film producer, director and writer.
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